Somebody up in heaven must be laughing at him right now, the way he was panting and sweating like a teenager at the sight of a woman having a little, itty-bitty orgasm.
Maybe it was the way she threw herself into it. Maybe it was the hint of shyness and vulnerability as she clutched at him.
“Nice job, Two Shoes,” he soothed. “You’re so pretty, coming for me like that. That’s what I want to see.” She shuddered at his words. Rewarding her—it seemed wrong not to reward women for coming—he plunged in deeper, all the way, and she jerked. She jerked again, and his eyes flew to the Clitesqua. Apparently, it had changed its mode, and whatever it was doing, Wendy liked it. A lot. She writhed. She was going to kill him with frustration.
Conn bit his cheek on a growl. His cock was direly out of control. He had to compress the shaft a few times through the fabric just to get control of himself. Meanwhile he used that single finger to fuck Wendy, plunging it in, rotating it, stretching her. Her tiny muscles convulsed on him over and over.
“Oh, help…” Her little scream sounded horrified and awed all at once. He stretched out on top of her.
“I know, Two Shoes. You can’t stop coming. What did I tell you?”
“This is crazy! How are you doing th—”
He held her head still and kissed her. His mouth and finger fucked her deeply and thoroughly, the way he wanted to. She made strangled sounds of pleasure as he felt her come yet again. He hadn’t been exactly counting, but now he replayed her orgasms in his mind and came up with the admirable number of six.
He liked giving women orgasms, but this was something else.
She was incredible.
Amazing.
Gorgeous.
She moan-shrieked, and the strength of her contractions told him she wasn’t nearly done.
“Poor Wendy,” he panted softly, “don’t you come this way when you’re all alone? You like it like this? What is it? The toy? My finger? Something’s turning you on, making you insatiable…”
“P—prick!”
“Oh, what a bad word. I’m sure you didn’t mean to say such a bad word in mixed company.” He sucked in her lower lip. She tasted and felt heavenly. Daringly he started to add another finger. “I’m going to give you more, Wen. Another finger. You seem like you can take it, like you need it. If you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop. Or better yet, just quit having orgasms. That’ll send the message to me loud and clear that you’re done using me and the toy for your hedonistic pleasure. Do we have a deal?”
CHAPTER 7
Wendy
THE BASTARD MIGHT BE the most arrogant man in the universe, and the worst tease ever, but...damn! She couldn’t even bring herself to care.
What he was doing felt so ridiculously good.
And as obnoxious as his words were, he was cradling her, looking warmly into her eyes—okay, laughingly too—and she could feel the hardness of him rubbing against her hip. She didn’t think he was aware that he was rubbing himself against her, but in between orgasms, she noticed he was breathing hard. And he just looked...savage and wanting.
And when the jackass wasn’t taunting her, he was kissing her and groaning and...god, he was so different from all the other men. She’d been wrong about him and right, too. He was an android, in the sense that he had phenomenal control. But he was very human. There was a sweetness to him. Clearly he cared about her pleasure as much as he cared about getting laid.
It’s almost like he...you know...likes you.
Nah...and even if he did, do you like him?
Well, he’s entertaining, that’s for sure...
He burrowed his face into her chest and found her nipple through the cloth...and bit it. At the same time, the two fingers he’d lodged inside her began to vibrate. “Come for me again, come on, baby.” The words were muffled, but they were devastating.
Come for me. Come on, baby.
She wanted to. She’d never wanted to please a man before in her life. She’d been more concerned about not letting guys use her the way all her friends got used. But now she wanted to have an orgasm because Conn MIlidonis seemed to like it. That was...no. Her orgasms were about her, right? Not her and somebody else?
Then why does the idea sound right? Perfect? Just like that feeling of knowing your scaling ratios are off. You just...know it’s right.
She liked sharing her orgasm with him. It was pretty marvelous. Even if so far it had all been one-sided.
Imagine making this stud as crazy-wild as you are...
The mind boggled.
She was aroused but low on energy now. She strained to press herself against the Clitesqua. It had gone still. Its program had ended at least two orgasms ago. Above her, Conn hummed and sucked hard on her nipple and now she didn’t have to try. The steam penetrated the cloth searingly and she found herself clamping down on his fingers in an abrupt and powerful orgasm.
He’d basically forced it out of her...this knowing man. He was clearly an expert in orgasm production. Expertise in any subject impressed her.
“Oh, fuck, yes, you sweet girl.” Suddenly he was moving down her body. With chagrin she felt him at her thighs, licking her.
Just the insides of her thighs, but knowing him there, feeling his fingers still buried within her...it was so naughty, she instinctively clamped down again.
“Wendy LaBruce, I’m losing it...you need to stop...coming...so beautifully...or I’m going to cut this machine off you...and eat you…then fuck you hard…” And then his head popped up, and his voice was a combo of amused and pained. “This thing isn’t even running anymore, is it?”
She could barely lift her head. Her whole body was throbbing, pulsing, waves of repletion interfering with waves of pleasure and random muscle twitches.
“Two Shoes? You alive up there?”
“Mughmph.” Her brain was back to mush. Happy mush.
She felt his hands move, and then a loosening, and moments later her body was free of the Clitesqua toy. And in its place was Conn’s face. He licked her intimate flesh gently—everywhere.
“You taste...so...obscenely...good...look at this sad, overworked little bud…Wendy, tell me to stop or I’m going to devour you.”
“That’s nice,” she said sleepily, ruffling his hair. It had been a long time since she’d felt so awesome on all levels.
“Fuck.” He sighed, holding her open and kissing her. “I need to get out of here. I need to...get...”
“You’re forgetting something,” she mumbled.
“Oh, am I?”
“Yeah, your—“ she waved—“parts.”
“Parts?”
“Your guy parts. They’re not done. They’re still...overinflated. Hard. You know.”
“Ah...I see...tsk, tsk. Wendy, I’m shocked. It’s not like you to be sloppy with words. My parts aren’t overinflated. I only have one hard part, singular. Now you, you have soft parts. Plural. Very plural.” He ran his tongue inside her folds. “So many luscious little parts. And big ones.” He squeezed her thighs and ran his palms around her butt. “This ass...fuck…why did I not know how sweet you were, Two Shoes?”
She forced her lax muscles to operate. She was completely and utterly satiated. However, the man fondling her was clearly unable to focus on anything except his single hard part.
Not that she blamed him. No, in fact, it made her giddy to realize she’d been wrong. Far from putting her out of this man’s league, her virginity did not seem to be an issue for him. He took it in stride, like her other quirks. After years of having men treat it like a novelty at best and a challenge at worst, it was refreshing.
She scrambled to her knees, startling him. And now she was pushing him down. But no, not pushing. That would be rude and she wouldn’t do that. But nudging him back, yes. At first he resisted her. Then his eyes narrowed and his face wiped of expression when he seemed to get a clue. “What are you up to, Goody?”
Her braid had flopped over her shoulder. She tossed it back and blew loos
ened strands of hair out of her face. “I want to touch you.”
His nostrils widened. He said one succinct word under his breath.
She ignored that and knelt to take his face in her hands. It was her first initiated kiss, ever. But it backfired. Before she knew it she was back on her back and Conn was over her, kissing the hell out of her. “Wendy...Christ…”
But it was all good, because he was grinding his shaft between her legs. His eyes were unfocused. He was kissing her throat, her shoulder.
Then she heard his hoarse words: “Why do I make insane promises…”
Suddenly she was being shifted, rolled over. She found herself on her belly and her skirt flipped to her waist. Cool air washed over her bottom. Firm hands smoothed the silky globes. “That’s unbearably lovely,” he said in rough tones.
She heard a zipper sound. And then she felt it. Hot and rigid, and mouthwateringly long, against her ass. It slid between her cheeks, a pushy, substantial intruder, just as she heard Conn give a harsh growl.
“Wendy...up, baby...that’s right…”
Her heart was thundering in her chest. She didn’t know what he was doing. But she trusted him. Kind of, sort of.
“Conn? What seems to be happening here?”
He bit out a laugh. “Suffering. Great, horrendous, soul-destroying suffering in which I’m punished for all my sins. You want me to come all over your ass or leave? Because I can’t take any more of this.”
“Wait, you mean…”
“I mean I want to pound you, fuck you in the dirtiest ways there are, probably fifteen times, but I’m trying to remember this beautiful ass of yours belongs to a virgin and we had a deal.”
“Deal? What...?”
“You don’t even remember, do you? I got to play with you and the Clitorama here if I left you pure. So what is it going to be, Wendy LaBruce? How pure is pure? Do I go or do I come?” Despite the lightness of his tone, his body felt tense against her.
She thought about it. She took long enough that he gave a fatalistic grunt and started to lift off her. Hastily she wiggled her bottom. “I was just making sure I was factoring in all the pertinent data. Essentially you just gave me the most pleasurable night of my life, Conn Milidonis. So definitely you should, ah, come all over my ass.”
CHAPTER 8
Wendy
“LASTLY, I THINK WE should rename the Clitesqua,” Wendy said, clasping her hands together. “My vote, based on personal analysis, is for The Unrelenting Bitch. But that’s for marketing to decide. Other than that, a few cosmetic changes as outlined in the documents I sent you should get you better results.”
“Great,” Gordon, her project leader said. “We’ll see what the team can do, and if everything goes smoothly, you should be able to move on the final drawings by next month at the latest. Thanks for taking this on, Wendy. Draken’ll be impressed.”
“Do you think I’ll get to work on another design project soon? I mean, I like drafting, I’m not saying I don’t, but…”
“Absolutely. You know we don’t squeeze people into boxes here at ATJ. I told you, all you have to do is express an interest and we’re more than willing to suck the life out of you.”
Wendy snorted. “Great.”
Gordon stroked his beard. “I think so. Hey, at least Draken pays us accordingly.”
“True,” she smiled.
“Now go home. Take the night off for a change. You’ve earned it.”
Outside in the hallway, Wendy loitered, feeling listless. The last week had been frantic, every night and day filled with work. Self-driven, partly, of course. She needed the distraction to prevent her thinking compulsively about Conn Milidonis. It seemed like every little thing triggered a Conn Milidonis thought.
Lunch = Conn.
Spilled change = Conn.
Panties = Conn.
But now her part of the project was over, and her nights were empty.
You could text him.
Why would I do that?
Six nights ago, Conn had ejected his manly seed upon her feminine bottom. After crushing her motionlessly in silence for a full ten minutes, he’d risen, picked her up, carried her into the bathroom, stripped her naked, and showered her.
All like an automaton. He removed his own clothes, but while she blinked dreamily at his perfect, sculpted body, he seemed to have reverted back to android mode. He hadn’t even tried to fondle her or look at her naked body with anything other than impersonal kindness. Though she could swear there had been an element of panic in the way he’d politely said good-bye and left.
He’d texted her the next day.
Come to dinner with me.
She’d ignored it.
And the next day: Two Shoes? What’s wrong?
She ignored that, too.
The last text went: I want to see you. I’m coming over tonight.
She wrote back: I don’t think so. But thank you.
She’d struggled over the matter, but the situation was pretty simple thanks to the blindingly clear perspective of hindsight.
Conn Milidonis had swept her off her feet. So thoroughly, she’d conveniently forgotten that what he’d basically offered her was a one-night stand, sans penile penetration.
Although she’d always thought she wanted her first sexual experience to be outstanding, not just average, and had saved herself for such an event, it turned out that no. That wasn’t what she really wanted. The very first outstanding man she’d met was also a highly addictive man. Sex, real sex, between them, if it ever came to that, wouldn’t be a culmination. A triumph. A lifelong achievement.
It would be pure foolhardiness.
She wanted more than a one-night-stand with Conn. More than two nights or ten nights.
She’d give up her virginity only at the cost of her independence.
And that would be perfectly fine, if Conn Milidonis were the mythical, domesticated, devoted man of her parents’ dreams. Instead of a sexy android destined to sail off into his perfectly simulated sunset.
The man she craved was an irresistible, fatally seductive demon-bot who had no trouble plowing a blonde named Cheryl for a week and then throwing her over when he deemed her too high-maintenance. Such a man was popular enough, well-off enough, respected enough, to know that there would always be replacement females available.
Wendy figured she’d last three days at most, in comparison.
So she rejected his textual offers and tried to forget he was due to go back to Portland any day now.
But aside from random reminders—like seeing an advertisement for pepperoni pizza—it was hard to forget him. Especially when the building gossip about him kept reaching her curious ears. Mayhap in a couple of instances she might have gone out of her way to seek out word of him…
In her stalking, she learned he was a well reputed owner of a company that had one of those vague names that didn’t give you any idea of the kinds of services they offered. By asking Draken a couple of casual questions, she confirmed that his specialty was knowing how to use, spot, and defend against online propaganda/sabotage and that his techniques were mostly kosher.
She learned he came from fancy East Coast roots. That was surreal.
It also seemed his non-date, Cheryl, had been spreading rumors all week all over Seven Tech Tower of being rudely dumped by Conn because Conn had been embarrassed to be confronted with his cheating.
Wendy was skeptical. She recalled Conn’s end of the phone conversation that she’d overheard the day she met him, and the screeching female voice in the background. She did not believe Conn had been cheating. Rather, she found herself in agreement with Conn that Cheryl fell on the not-so-much end of sanity. Happily for him, Conn seemed unharmed by the rumors. Women continued to pursue him in hoards, by all accounts.
It wasn’t just texts and gossip out to get her, though.
She’d also seen him a few times. Once she’d spotted him at the end of a hallway and detoured before they came within six meters of eac
h other.
Another time she happened to be sitting in the bistro chairs on mezzanine level. He’d been striding across the lobby with a few suits and had casually glanced her way. Used to seeing his eyes pass over her, she’d been disconcerted when he’d stopped, said something to his associates, and veered in her direction. She’d hopped up, knocked over her mint milkshake, and skedaddled into the crowd.
Another time, she’d entered a conference room to see three female ATJ researchers wearing lab coats swooning over a man. It took her only a few seconds to see that man was Conn Milidonis. She’d made herself invisible behind the rest of her team and thought she got away with it until Conn, exiting with his fan club, had swiveled his head around at the last second, giving her a questioning glance from his piercing eyes.
The last time was just yesterday. She’d seen him bearing down on her from the other end of the parking garage. He’d actually called her name, making several heads turn her way. She’d waved at him but then hustled into her car and driven off.
Childish?
Perhaps.
But so was he.
A couple of days ago, he’d gone too far. Wendy had looked up to see Susan, a serious-minded coworker, hand her an envelope. “Conn Milidonis told me to give you this.”
Wendy had blinked and taken it from her. “Conn? Are you sure he said my name specifically?”
Susan nodded. “I’m sure. He called you ‘the lovely and talented, albeit stubborn, Wendy LaBruce.’ He asked me about the men from work you’ve dated. That was after he told the entire team that if any of us heard that any man had asked you out, we were to inform him ASAP. He scribbled this down and told me to give it to you the next time I saw you. He also asked if I was friends with you and how well I knew you. FYI.”
Wendy was speechless.
Susan lingered, her eyes on the envelope. “Not that I’m the nosy or intrusive sort when it comes to coworkers, but I’ve been known to indulge in idle curiosity…”
“You want to know what it says,” Wendy sighed.
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